31 July 2012

Santo Domingo, Zona Colonial, Calle El Conde.
En principio los dos tipos de la mesa de al lado no me llamaban nada la atención pero de repente giraron sus 2 sombreros hacia un amigo que llegaba y esa imagen me intrigó. Por supuesto duró unos segundos y no tuve tiempo de atraparla en el cuaderno así que tuve que ir esperando mientras dibujaba todo el resto, saltando fugazmente a los sombreros cuando volvían a la posición que me interesaba. Por supuesto lo hicieron por turnos, la figura intrigante no volvió a darse de nuevo.
Hice toda esta serie durante el –fantástico– taller de Veronica Lawlor que se titulaba "El momento decisivo". Creo que en este caso el título cobró todo su significado.At first the two guys of the next table didn't took my attention but suddenly they turned their hats to a friend coming and that image intrigued me. Of course it lasted just few seconds and I didn't have the time to catch it in my sketchbook. I had to wait while drawing the rest of the scene and jump to the hats when they suddenly turned back to the position I was interested in. Of course they did it separately, the intriguing figure never happened again.I made all this series while attending the great Veronica Lawlor's workshop entitled "The decisive moment". I think that in this case the title reached its full meaning.

Santo Domingo, Zona Colonial, Calle El Conde.You go through a place not too advantaged (no need to be another country) and see a middle aged guy who dresses much better than others. It's just his long rolled ironed sleeves amongst all that sweaty t-shirts but you let out the prejudice that he is a small cacique. You listen how she asks the drink with a kind of overwhelming politeness and how he treat the waitress with some certain kind paternalism that envelops an old machismo, then the young waiter, with a military camaraderie that underlines who is not the private... and you think that you have seen that scene before, and that sadly you were not wrong.

This is just an aperitif of what I've carried from Santo Domingo inside my sketchbook: Lapin and Swasky sleeping like logs (and me between them drawing) on the last stretch between Madrid and Barcelona.More on the next days.